Bayley sighed as she sat on the couch, refusing to leave Sasha's side. Charlotte and Becky were in the living room as well; both on their phones texting Seth and Andrade respectively, Charlotte still trying to figure out what the hell happened at the arena the night Sasha disappeared.
"Bay, honey, why don't you go grab a shower and give yourself a break? We're here if she wakes up…." offered Becky, Bayley shrugging lightly. "I wanna be here if she needs me…."
"Honey, you can't be there for her if you're not taking care of yourself. Go shower, dude. Take a few moments to yourself, okay? Please? We got her. She'll be okay," said Charlotte, offering her friend a smile. Bayley sighed, placing a kiss to Sasha's cheek. "I'll be right back, sister," she whispered, running her hand through Sasha's hair. "Speaking of showers…"
"Bayley….worry about you right now," warned Charlotte, prepared to drag her friend to the shower if need be.
"Okay, okay. I'm going," said Bayley, standing up and stretching. "Quit being a mom."
"I love you!" called Charlotte as Bayley walked away, Becky snorting at the response. "You are such a mom," she said, Charlotte rolling her eyes.
"One of the four of us has to be, and it sure as hell ain't you," snorted Charlotte, Becky feigning hurt before turning her attention back to her phone, smiling at something Seth was saying.
Becky looked up at the sound of noise coming from the couch. It had only been about thirty minutes since Bayley had gone to take a shower. Charlotte had wandered into the kitchen looking for something to make for lunch. She waited a moment, hoping Sasha was just stirring and would fall back asleep. But the noises had turned into small whimpers and Becky knew she wasn't gonna fall back asleep on her own.
"Hey Sash, shh, shh, you're safe, honey. You're at home, baby," whispered Becky, kneeling down so she was in Sasha's line of vision, reaching out to stroke her hair.
Sasha whimpered again, tossing and turning on the couch, tears beginning to leak from her eyes. Poor girl. She's probably having a nightmare of some sort…. Thought Becky, continuing to stroke her friend's hair in a sign of comfort.
"Come on Sasha, open your eyes baby girl….I'm right here, honey…."
"Nooo. Please, please, no. Get off me! Get off me!" cried Sasha, now fighting with the blanket that was pulled over her body, her arms and legs beginning to flail helplessly.
"Sasha, Sasha, honey, come on baby, look at me. Open your eyes honey. Just open your eyes…." coaxed Becky, now sitting on the edge of the couch, reaching for Sasha's hands.
"Nooo! NOOOOOOOOO!"
Charlotte came running as Sasha's screams grew louder, Becky trying desperately to keep her from hurting herself as she continued to thrash around on the couch.
"Sasha! Sasha! Wake up, honey!" cried Charlotte, helping Becky to restrain her, Sasha fighting with all of her strength.
Bayley came running, evidently hearing Sasha in distress after finishing her shower, he brown hair still wet.
"Geezus, she's not even hearing us…." muttered Becky, Sasha beginning to panic even in her sleep.
"Sasha….Sash….come on, sweetheart,"
"Sasha!" yelled Bayley, hoping that maybe yelling would snap her out of whatever nightmare she was currently entangled in.
Sasha's eyes snapped open, her eyes too far dilated to register where she was, her breathing coming out rapid fire once again.
"Sasha...Sasha, baby, can you hear me?" whispered Becky, stroking Sasha's now sweat soaked hair back. "Honey, it's Becca….and Charlotte and Bayley. Honey, you're okay. It's okay. Take a breath, love," she continued, taking a deep breath herself in hopes that Sasha would mimic it. No such luck.
"Sash, remember? You're okay, you just gotta take a deep breath in and out," whispered Becky, coaching the youngest woman through the process of breathing for the second time in four hours.
Sasha moaned, shaking her head, trying to breath, but the images of what had happened in Vince's office were still taking over her mind. She was weak. She was pathetic. She was worthless.
The words she'd seen written about her over the last week just made her cry even harder, heart wrenching sobs taking over as soon as she was able to breathe again….
"Oh, honey….come here baby," whispered Becky, gently pulling her friend into her arms, rocking her back and forth as she continued to cry.
"You're alright, Sasha. You're okay. We're right here, honey. You're not alone," whispered Becky, continuing to cradle her friend in her arms.
"How on earth has she been managing this on her own for a week," whispered Charlotte, quiet enough that Sasha couldn't hear, but Bayley did, and the thought made her sick to her stomach. She hated the idea of Sasha ever having to go through whatever she was dealing with alone.
Becky whispered quiet, soothing words, into Sasha's ear, continuing to run her hand up and down her friend's back, the two seemingly in their own little world, Becky slowly bringing Sasha out of whatever nightmare she had been replaying in her head, offering her friend a gentle smile as she met her gaze, wiping the last of her tears from her face.
"Welcome back, love," whispered Becky, Sasha taking a shaky breath, grasping Becky's hands in her own, leaning her head against her friend's chest as she listened to the beating of her heart, the comforting sound soothing her.
"Sasha, baby, you gotta tell us what's going on in that head of yours….honey, we can't help you if we don't know what's bothering you," said Charlotte, trying not to push Sasha out of her comfort zone, but wanting desperately to know what was going on with her friend.
Sasha closed her eyes, wrapping Becky's arms tighter around her, the Irish woman placing another kiss to Sasha's hair.
"You won't believe me," whispered Sasha, refusing to look up at her friends.
"Why don't you try us, Sash. We might surprise you," said Bayley, reaching out to lift her friend's gaze. "When have I ever not believed you?"
Sasha shrugged, pushing Bayley's hand away. "Nobody else will."
"Sasha...honey? Nobody else is here. It's just us. And we will always believe you baby. Anything that is causing you this much pain cannot be made up," said Charlotte, Sasha taking a deep breath.
"I never should have gone to his office that day," whispered Sasha, tears beginning to prick at her eyes, but she refused to let that stop her. Her friend's deserved to know the truth. They had been so patient with her the last twenty four hours...far more patient than she deserved.
"Whose office, Sash?" asked Charlotte, though she figured she already knew.
"Vince's…." she whispered, swallowing hard as she tried to figure out how to get the words out.
"I….I wasn't planning on it. I just...I was taking a walk and I….his office was there and he came out and I...I asked him if I could just talk to him but…."
Her words were coming out rapidly, beginning to get jumbled up all together.
"Breathe, Sash," whispered Becky, placing a tender kiss to her friend's shoulder, Sasha pausing as she gathered her thoughts.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! It's all my fault! I shouldn't have talked to him! I should have- but then….."
"Sasha?"
Bayley scooted closer to her friend, lifting her tear filled gaze to meet her own. "What did he do, Sasha? Why did you walk out that night?"
"I can't go back there, Bayley. I can't….not after…..
Becky swallowed hard, closing her eyes as she listened to Sasha struggle to finish the story. She didn't want to believe it. He wouldn't. He wouldn't….do that to Sasha….would he? Not after….
Becky shook her head, ridding herself of the thoughts, focusing her attention back on Sasha.
"He started making these comments...about...about…..ways to-to ensure that I got a long title reign," whispered Sasha, cringing at the mere thought of the words he had said to her. "I-I told him no. I tried to leave but he-he-he
Becky thought she was gonna be sick, her face paling at what Sasha was describing. She didn't need her to finish the story. She knew the story.
"Sasha...Sasha….tell me truth right now, baby," demanded Charlotte, trying to keep her voice calm as she spoke, not wanting Sasha to think she was mad at her. She had heard the rumors. Her father had told her stories of the old days. But she had never….she didn't think that stuff like that was still going on behind the scenes. They had come so far. The women's evolution….treating women with respect….Vince couldn't still be….
"He tried to force me to- to- He grabbed me by the hair he- he- un-un-did h-h-hi-his
Sasha couldn't get the words out, beginning to panic once more. Becky could feel her own heart racing, tears streaming down her face. Not to Sasha. Not to Sasha. No.
"Please, please take her!" cried Becky, shoving Sasha into Bayley's arms as she leaped up from the floor, racing to the bathroom and dropping to her knees. Charlotte entered right behind her, wordlessly holding back her hair as Becky threw up in the toilet, her stomach twisting into knots, tears pouring down her face as she continued to be sick.
Charlotte rubbed her back, reaching out to flush as Becky leaned her head against the cool porcelain seat, moaning as Charlotte placed a cool cloth over her neck.
"Not her. Why her? Why would he do that to her?" cried Becky, sobbing as Charlotte pulled her into her lap.
"Becca?"
Sasha's voice was small as she too entered the bathroom, kneeling next to her crying friend. "He didn't do it Becca. I-I got away before he could," she whispered, tears still running down her own face.
Becca looked up, relief flooding through her. "Oh Sash…"
"I-I'm sorry," she whispered, gazing down at her fingertips. "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have gone in there," she whispered, Bayley, who had been standing at the doorway, quickly joined the other three on the floor, pulling Sasha into her own lap.
"Sasha….why...why didn't you tell me? Tell us? Oh, honey…." she cooed, stroking Sasha's arms and back, wanting to hold her in her arms forever just to take that painful memory away. How? Why? She had so many questions, but now was not the time for answers.
"I don't know what to do, guys. I can't go back there! I can't face him! Not after….how can I? I don't want to quit, but I can't….."
"Sasha, it's not your fault. You didn't do anything wrong, baby girl," whispered Charlotte, easing Becky out of her arms, placing a kiss to her friend's forehead before glancing over at Bayley and Sasha.
Sasha who was falling apart again in Bayley's arms.
And Charlotte felt like she might be sick as well. It was 2019 for christ's sake! How were things like this still happening?! And in the company that she worked for and loved no less?! The company that the four women sitting in this bathroom had worked so hard to change from being like this!
Bayley rocked Sasha in her arms, cradling her head against her chest as she cried, feeling her own tears slip down her face. How could this have happened? Why did it have to happen? Why were things like this still happening? How could a man who was supposed to take care of the people who worked for him do something so heinous to someone who was so wonderful?
Bayley once more picked Sasha up from the floor, the youngest of the foursome protesting slightly; weak whimpers escaping her lips. Bayley placed one more kiss to her hair, carrying her up the stairs and into her bedroom, gently laying her down on the bed.
"Shh, shh, shh. It's all over honey. It's all over, baby. We're here now, okay? We'll help you figure it out, okay?" soothed Bayley, stroking her friend's cheek, gently wiping away her tears.
Sasha closed her eyes, moaning as the images replayed over and over again in her head. She shouldn't have gone in that room by herself. She should have just turned around. Now her career was likely over, and what else was she going to do? Wrestling was all she ever wanted to do.
"Hey, Baylz, can I sit with her for a little bit? Alone?"
Bayley glanced up at Becky, concern evident on her face as she struggled with the thought of leaving Sasha's side
"Hey, come on. Becca will take good care of her, Bay. You know that," whispered Charlotte, her voice quiet enough that Sasha couldn't hear them.
Bayley nodded, placing one last kiss to Sasha's hair and cheek before heading out the door with Charlotte, leaving Becky alone with a devastated Sasha.